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The capture, part one
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The capture, part one In the beginning they were taken by force or killed, or both. Those who made it past the first night did so by luck, fate or just chance. Her small village didn't have a chance when the invaders came. The march to the ocean took three days, the ropes around her feet and hands were not removed when they wanted to use her. She gave them her body, letting the deep thrusts take her into another realm, knowing that they could only take her body, her mind still remained hers. In the tents with the other women she listened to the tales of what had happened. Some of the women looked out at her with almost blank eyes, those she knew would not make it on the trek across the<b> mountains </font></b>to their ocean destination. She tried to sooth them and did her best to minister the the wounds that they received from men who had no reason to hold back. She had learned early that if she stayed to the front of the tent that the men coming in to be serviced moved on. They were warriors and usually didn't have this much chance at a women. In their home villages, they were the young, untried and didn't have the prestige to have their choice in women so they didn't want the first women that they saw and would always move through the tent on to those hiding in the corners. She had not been of any consequence in her village, now it served her well, Her clothes did not attract the eye, she did not have the sparkling bangles and bright clothes that attracted the attention of the warriors. After a short foray into a village along the way the pace had picked up on the march and then she made a misstep. Gradually during the forced march their numbers had dwindled and the watch had become more relaxed. The ropes had been removed so that they could gather firewood. One of the women began to throw a fit, complaining of having to do such menial work. Going on and on about who her family was, he killed her in a split second. Panic swept through the women and she took advantage of it to slip into the brush. As the sun reaches it's zenith, she is thirsty and still she stays in hiding with the patience of a cat waiting for the sun to dip behind the<b> mountains </font></b>for the night. Crawling from under the bush she stumbles to her feet trying to stamp some feeling back into her cramped legs. Heading away from the trail of footseps going towards the sea, under the waxing moon she treads lightly towards home. As the sun begins to break with glorious colors, she is fading from lack of food and water, fear no longer the catalyst to keep her going she finds a niche to curl up in. Awakening to the clop of horses hooves, she is instantly still and on alert, peeking from under the ledge where she lies curled, she sees the hooves. Stepping down from his is the man who killed the woman. Walking around his , he reaches under the ledge and drags her out by her hair. Screaming and kicking like a small hellcat she comes out with claws darting for his eyes. His hands clamping on her arms cause tears and the screaming turns to a whimper. Speaking clearly in her own language she hears, "There you are , you little vixen, thought to get away did you? I should kill you, but spirit interests me." Trussing her hands tightly behind her he forces her to kneel before him using her hair to guide her into the positon he wants with her face level with his crotch. " You were going to be a house slave, easy enough work , now you belong to me. " Moving aside his tunic he brings her mouth down to his cock, already swelling in anticipation of her punishment. Bending his head close to her, lifting her eyes to his with a yank of her hair, " Please me now and perhaps I will not draw blood" This she knows how to do and with a practiced tongue she licks up from the base of his cock to the head, opening her mouth to receive the head, she is not prepared when with her hair as the reins he slams his cock into her mouth with enough force to send her back on her heels, rocking back she tries to get away. Stepping in closer his cock deep in her mouth, he reaches and rips the shirt from the hem upwards til her back lies open to him. Lifting her head from him, he looks into her eyes and sees there defiance, " Kneel, your head to the ground, do not look up, do not move, do not make a sound, do you understand me?" Nodding she kneels. Untieing her hands he places them above her so her body presents to him her back and ass. " Remember my instructions, all you have to do is those three things. " The whip she had managed to avoid before, descends with a force that takes the breath away from her, every ounce of her will needed to not scream and try to get away. The blows continue til she no longer is concious. She had not made a sound. His cock is throbbing and hard as he slips it into her wet pussy, smiling he knows what he has found. |
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